I crept amongst the ferns and draping branches of the nearby weeping willows. The flimsy branches and their tiny captivated leaves tugged at my orange fur and caught in my bushy tail. I hear an owl off in the horizon screech to the moon, a rabbit sprints my way to avoid the awakened bird. Leaping upon its frame the rabbit lets out a squeal before I silence it. Grabbing my prey I strut towards my den. I pass a glittering lake before I arrive at a hill. It looked as if someone cut it in half, a weeping willow draped across my entrance. Snapping at one of the pestering branches I make my way into my den, dropping the rabbit near a bone pile. "What a clumsy fox," I growl to myself. "Only catch one measly rabbit, not even because I chased it!" The wind outside of the cozy den murmured forgiveness but I heard the owl mocking me from a distance. After growling and snapping into the wind I shift into a sitting position, the rabbit between my paws. Sliding into a sleeping position I oddly eat my dinner, night echoing in my large orange ears. "Another lonely night, Fern." I murmur. I had just left Mothers den 'sure' I was ready. Oh well.
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The Den of a Loner: Book One
RomanceA young vixen and her sister are suddenly dumped with five pups by a hostile male. They begin to raise Sky, Ivy, Branch, Flame, and Eagle as their own. But when suddenly everything is ripped away from Fern, she is shocked. But someone comes and know...
